...curiously bawdy leftovers from a few church plays.

I showed her the leftovers from a couple plays I was in where the girls were meant to wear surprisingly immodest costumes. Oddly enough, these were church plays. Through a combination of my costume when I was a harlot in Ninevah, and another one when I was the fires of hell, I had something that was on the conservative side of trampy.

“Uh huh… and underwear?”

I dug out a red thong I had hidden under my stacks of more conservative underwear.

“All right, well… that could be worse. Put on the thong, and that skirt, and that top, and we’ll see what we can do with you.”

“Uhmm… okay. Are you gonna, or should I…?”

“Nope. You’re changing right in front of me. I got a lot of shit to do tonight, baby.”